Which makes me believe all that stuff is in personnel files on HR's computer, where it should be. And if he has something on me, then it's not accessible here.
I go through the emails again.
Then I catch it.
A cell phone bill.
I'd skipped that in my first pass, but it keeps drawing my eye, so I open it.
Unlimited, two phone lines, two numbers, and a huge data usage plan.
I almost dismiss it because most business people I know have two phones.
Except...this is just two numbers, and the second one looks familiar.
I open my phone.
I programmed both numbers in and...
Damn. Fuck.
It's Alex's number. And Enzo's.
It's proof of his duplicitous ways. Like I needed more.
Enzo answered the phone. Enzo has Alex's number. Enzo has all the photos.
I don't think he wants to harm me.
Now that the panic's gone, I just...
This doesn't add up.
But he still lied to me. Manipulated. Got me under false pretenses.
Maybe he didn't set out to fuck with me and to fuck me, but he did.
I log off the email account and then the computer.
And I sit back in the quiet of the library.
We always had a connection. I used to look up to him, have a crush on him.
And I'm angry...beyond angry.
But maybe, that connection means...
No. I can't let myself make excuses for him.
As far as I'm concerned, he's never, ever touching me again.
Chapter Four
ENZO
"Who are they?"Silas asks me the moment I step out of my car near Dom's Catskills residence.
It's set back from the road, and we're near the final curve of the property's winding drive.
